Disclaimer: We've gone over this before, the only thing I own is my very vivid imagination.

Author's Note: This story was written based on Anita's request. Anita, I'm so sorry this took so long but it went from being a long one-shot to a full-length story. I hope you enjoy it.

Author's Note II: This story is going to get very M-rated right around chapter three. It's probably the most sexualized story that I have ever written. If that's not your cup of tea, please turn back now.

As always, thank you to the very patient Meghan for beta reading this story.

NOVEMBER 2000

PCU CAMPUS PARKING LOT

Emily sighed in frustration when she arrived at her car and found Zander Smith leaning against the driver's side door with a smirk on his face. "What do you want?" Zander had been a thorn in her side ever since her fast day on campus. If he wasn't teasing her or putting her down he was trying to get into her panties.

"Chill, princess." Zander held up his hands in mock surrender. "I just wanted to know if you would like to come and get a drink with me? I figured you might need one after seeing your philosophy test score."

How in the hell did he know what her test score was? Those were supposed to be confidential.

"Pass," she growled and glared at him. "With my luck, you'd slip something in my drink."

"So, the ice queen is still too good to come down from her mansion in the sky and mingle with us peasants." Zander's smirk transformed into a sneer. The scholarship student really seemed to have it out for anyone with money.

"No." Emily gave him a fake sweet smile. "I'm just too good for a headcase like you, now get the hell off my car!"

"Why you little bi – "

"I'd think real hard before you finish that sentence, kid."

Emily turned around to find a handsome man that she really only knew from afar, her older brother's boss, Sonny Corinthos. His face was set into a glare that was firmly aimed in Zander's direction.

"Mr. Corinthos, sir..." Zander looked like he was about to wet himself. Emily had never seen her classmate so terrified.

"She's Jason's little sister. That means she's under MY protection." Sonny took a menacing step forward. "And if you wanna continue working for me, might I suggest that you start treating the ladies in this town with a little more respect." It might have sounded like a suggestion but it was most definitely a warning.

"Absolutely, Mr. Corinthos." Zander gave a quick, jerky nod.

"Good. Get outta here." Sonny jerked his head towards the parking lot exit and Zander quickly took off. Sonny turned to Emily once he was gone and gave her a much softer, concerned look.

"Yeah." Emily gave him a small nervous smile. "Thanks, Mr. Corinthos."

Sonny gave a hearty laugh. "The name's Sonny, sweetheart. Only my employees call me Mr. Corinthos."

"Thank you, Sonny," she corrected herself, liking the way the older man's name felt on her tongue. "Zander works for you?" Her curiosity got the better of her. Everyone in town knew what Sonny did for a living. He wasn't just in the mob, he was the mob in Port Charles. Her older brother, Jason, was his right-hand man and key enforcer. What in the world would they want with a runt like Zander Smith?

"He works the packaging line at my coffee bean warehouse." Sonny smirked, clearly knowing what she was thinking. "He just knows my reputation." Well, it did proceed him.

"Oh." Emily blushed and looked down at her feet.

"You ever been to the No Name?"

Sonny's question had her looking back up in confusion. The No Name was one of the nicest, most exclusive restaurants in town. "No," she said as she shook her head.

"What do you say I take you there for dinner tonight?"

Was he asking her out on a date? Her heart started to pound inside her chest like Ricky Ricardo was beating on it with a conga drum.

"Yeah." Sonny smiled charmingly at her. "I'm asking you out on a date, sweetheart," he answered the question that she hadn't asked out loud.

"I'd love to," she answered without thinking about it.

Her family was NOT going to be okay with this.